Ideal citizens, you.
Dreamed-of private individuals,
With villas and servants.
Feasts, travels, lavish meals,
And drugs at the disposal of life.
Bravery is tiring,
Easier is indulgence,
Though it does not fill the belly.
With luxury you melt in saunas,
With androgyne butterflies.
And then, in the mighty air-conditioned
halls of Sodom,
you offer your seed
to Sterfos,
the tunnelled demigod.
Picked up Jane and we're walking to the balcony,
and shown where we'll be sitting as the crowds mose-in,
and there's some excitement 'neath the floor we had left,
sparked favored light applause from one estranged bereft,
we're bemused fetching about well anchored split views,
what fabled then hath waned onto a seasick cruise,
be no mistake of it with drinks, friends do what's best,
hotel days reminisce thanks to Clint' absent guest,
as they all three turned out as definite no show,
with the place still hoping Jane decided to go,
particularly since she got to go to work that night,
lead's A.M. show and luncheon, I'd sleep on-site.
Jane is a night auditor, a night accountant,
close a hotels daily in and out dependent.
Pebble Beach Lodge is a five-star golf course hotel,
be rooms, restaurants, banquets and bars, is the nutshell,
spas, saunas, massage, yoga, thereapeutic and
salons, horseback riding class, pool concession stand,
and yes, golfing lessons as par for the course, please,
they're not free as they're taught by legends--like their fees.
... home tomorrow ...
Clarity
She dwells near the bubbling stream.
And she will wash her hair to smell the nature.
As the flowers flow in the sauna, where there is a silence; not to imagine a good or a bad dream.
Oh clarity, for long we have yearned.
From the chaos and trouble I abandon, for five days and many months I overlearn.
The sweet smell of lavender, for my weariness it will clean, in this stream.
I finish this visit today, because I did not plan well and hope better for the following days.
Today there is a little rain, just like last night on my electronic it had played.
And with the pumice I erode this skins that had to endure the fabrics of clingy dreams.
Clarity, as I swim and laugh at that frog comes over me.
And now many people come over to join this team.
As we laugh and play water games in the stream.
Saunas, cool stream, frozen one’s and more it is a place we must visit.
The clarity, unescorted by noise pollution; how I would miss it.
But again to the industrial site I play the synthetic sound on my phone for a nice dream.
And try to cease the pondering as I listen to six-hundred minutes of a running stream.
About family, about humanity,
y'see, I'm hounded by
a strange curiousity
in affluent centers of urbanity
where children are rare
in the vicinity.
Cozy backseats of expensive vans and cars
don't have kids licking melting
chocolate bars;
But instead I see brightly beribboned cats
or all sorts of pampered dogs,
some wearing hats.
They go to saunas and clinics for pets
to see animal psychiatrists
and vets
or hire lawyers for a pet's life insurance
and its entitlement
to inheritance.
If we spoil our pets like they're really human,
society might lose that which
it can lean on;
I reckon you won't believe this hillbilly,
but without kids, we don't have
a family!
I'm hounded by a strange curiosity
about kids, parents, about humanity
in glitzy, affluent centers of urbanity
where children are rare in the vicinity;
backseats of expensive vans and cars
don't have kids licking chocolate bars,
limo windows show beribboned cats
or huge and tiny dogs all wearing hats
going to saunas and clinics for pets
to see psychiatrists and doting vets,
or hire lawyers on pet's life insurance
and entitlement to fabulous inheritance;
you pamper pets like they're truly human,
you mistake the eggshell for the albumen,
I reckon you won't believe me, a hillbilly,
but without kids you just don't have family !
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